Healing Is Here Novels & Stories

I asked, curiosity peaking. "We have rules, ma'am. And one of our rules is that when healing, no other person can be in the room apart from the healers. "Don't worry. You can trust us. Luca will be perfectly fine. Just leave us. It only takes a few minutes." At first, I didn't want to go. But I had no other option. I had to trust. I gave them a slight nod and then stood up from the bed and walked out of the room, closing the door behind me.

The night was supposed to be the most joyous night for the Shadowcrest pack, as their Luna, Mirabelle, had been confirmed to be pregnant. Alpha Lain was the happiest man on earth, as they had never been able to have another child after the birth of their first daughter, Elaira. But instead of celebrating this joyous occasion, the pack was bleeding and crying as blood flowed everywhere.

individuals from all packs gathered, their faces filled with wonder and eagerness. Luna stood in front of the audience, her voice full of passion and conviction. "Today, we reveal a healing sanctuary where the power of love, magic, and compassion coexist." This center is a monument to the human spirit's perseverance, a symbol of our collective strength. May it serve as a beacon of hope and harmony for us in the years ahead."

My heartbeat had not yet steadied and I could still feel my arms vibrate by my side. Today's episode of healing mister Holloway was the scariest I had ever encountered in all my life. Face to face with what could have turned to homicide. I wiped my sweat from my forehead with the back of my palm and headed back to the kitchen. Water, I needed water.

His throat was sore from all that screaming he did last night, so his given himself a self diagnosis that he needs to keep silent, drink milk and now, recently discovered, literally two seconds ago, to use a writing pad to converse with people around. I quickly stir everything together once the milk is nice and warm— warm enough to drink that is. “Here you go,” I whisper, placing the warm mug in his outstretched hands while he smiles kindly at me and I smile back, pressing a gentle little kiss on his forehead. “Don't drink it too fast.” I say. I lean back against the counter and watch as he slightly bends his head and pouts his lips, blowing air into the mug.

Echo with us, even in New York, will continue healing. Besides, we need her as much as she needs us. Three damaged creatures facing the past together. Ready or not. Here we go.

I’m about to tell him that I’m glad I could help, when I hear Buppig’s voice nearby. When the flower of spring Eases the pain of night A shiver runs up my spine, every hair on my body stands on end and I feel Hera push forward. It feels like electricity, or magic just filled the air. It’s Ailduin’s voice that continues. She will begin to heal He who is broken There is only one Who can heal such pain I turn and look at him. His eyes move from Buppig’s to mine. “The third prophecy. The one we call The Healer.”

he asked her. “I am a healer,” she said without any expressions. “But promise me you won’t tell this to anyone that I healed her, I am doing this only for my brother,” she said. “She is a healer? It is a rare gift,” said Leah, shocked. “Okay deal, heal her,” said Noah. She placed her hand over Hazel’s ribs and after a while, they started to heal. Eden on the other hand was about to kill Rudy. “Hurry up,” said Judi. “Almost there,” she said and after a while, Hazel opened her eyes.

“Neither do I. And Kioshi always tells me off when I bet.” I smiled and sat down beside Tomichii, noticing that he hadn’t moved. As soon as I did, Tomichii ordered us both drinks. Large glasses of champagne appeared. Three of them. Raising an eyebrow, I wondered if I could ask him who the third one was for. But before I could say anything, Kioshi appeared. He joined us at the table, taking his glass as Tomichii handed me mine. “A celebration?” I asked. “The new healing system has been deployed,” Kioshi explained. “Thanks to you, from tomorrow, no one who can be healed from MS will be left frozen.”

The music at the Full Moon feast was deafening. I bent down, fumbling with the strap on my heel. When I looked up, they were already gone. My fated mate, Callum—the feared Alpha of the Red Maple pack—and Freya, my once-best friend. I started to follow. To lift my dress and run. But the space by his side—my space, the Luna's space—was already gone. Their bodies were pressed close. Whispering about pack politics. Things I'd never understand. It was like I wasn't even there. An outsider. I always knew we'd have an arranged marriage. Callum and me. Finding out we were Mates was no surprise. Our wolves were made for each other. A fatal attraction. Until Freya proved herself as a lethal fighter. S